TuQ’uan sat in the passenger seat of the open top airspeeder staring down at his datapad, unable to concentrate on the words being displayed. At least it was better than seeing where they were headed. The Kel Dor's stomach churned as the speeder dipped, dived and weaved unnecessarily through the wide open air above the oceans of Sesid.

“I'd like to arrive in one piece,” the mercenary muttered to himself. “Or just arriving would be nice.”

Zuser Whuloc turned his head and stared at his passenger all the while continuing his erratic flying.

“Excuse me?” Zuser calmly enquired, annoyance showing in his currently green eyes. “That's not how you say thank you to someone, here let me show you how.”

Without taking his eyes off the Kel Dor, Zuser pulled up hard on the controls and yanked them to the right causing the airspeeder to go into a corkscrew. The human proceeded to remove his right hand from the controls and release TuQ’uan’s safety harness sending the mercenary tumbling the thirty feet from the speeder towards the water and a small island below.

It took a moment for the mercenary to realize what was going on, seeing the water and beach rushing up to meet him, he braced for impact. TuQ’uan landed with a thud just past the edge of the water, sending sand flying up into the air. The Kel Dor laid still for a while, his everything seemed to hurt.

*And this is why everyone warned me not to fly with Zusser, the man’s insane,* TuQ’uan inwardly moaned. Groaning he slowly got to his feet, testing out his injuries he came to the conclusion that nothing was broken, just severely bruised and battered. Next it was time to take stock of his possessions. Patting himself down and rifling through his pockets the first thing TuQ’uan found was his trusty datapad, brushing sand away revealed just a few small cracks in the screen, which he could easily live with. Next he found a bottle of Whyren's Reserve, a very rare Corellian Whisky that he had picked up from Zuser’s private stores while he wasn't around. The bottle luckily remained unharmed from the fall, thank goodness for those Corellians!

TuQ’uan finally took a moment to take in his surroundings, he was currently standing on the beach of a relatively small tropical island that he suspected could be walked around in a total length on an hour. The beach was about 30 feet wide and wrapped around the entire perimeter of the island, forming a ring around a thick, miniature, tropical forest. All in all it looked like the stereotypical desert island.

Looking out at the ocean he had just been traveling over, the Kel Dor realized something felt wrong. He figured out why pretty quickly, a little ways down the beach the mercenary's hat was washing up on shore. Slowly TuQ’uan hobbled over to pick up the soaking wet hat, the only sound to keep him company was the ocean breeze and his winces as he tried desperately to avoid igniting too much pain.

Placing the soggy hat back where it belonged, TuQ’uan was ready to get to work. First he pulled his datapad out and looked for, “How to Build a Hammock While Trapped on a desert Island 101”. It was an interesting, albeit short read. Now it was time to work, he set off towards the trees.

After a few hours of working TuQ’uan was exhausted, stepping back the mercenary admired his hard work. Hanging just on the edge of where the trees met the beach was a rough looking, makeshift hammock made from branches woven together and using leaves as a pillow. It was finally time to relax. Laying down on the hammock the Kel Dor pulled his datapad out again, started a new book and took a swig of the stolen Whyren’s Reserve. He was able to down close to half the bottle before passing out from the exhaustion.

As the last of the daylight faded over the horizon, TuQ’uan’s snoring blended in with the sound of the tide lapping up onto the beach. Crunching footsteps made their way up to the mercenary's tropical camp. Looking down at the sleeping Kel Dor, Zuser reached out and angrily grabbed the half empty bottle from its place leaning against the Kel Dor's stomach. The Dark Jedi turned to leave but paused for a moment before taking the hat off of TuQ’uan’s head and leaving.

“Take something of mine, I'll take something of yours,” Zuser grumbled under his breath as he placed the hat on his own head and took a drink from the bottle. Jumping back into the airspeeder Zuser left TuQ’uan stranded once more only this time without alcohol or hat.

Important Possessions:
- Jaeger, Rian's starship
- Tahimik Taldrya, Rian's lightsaber
- Echo, Rian's ID9 Seeker Droid

Abadeer sat looking out over the ocean, knees pulled up tight to his chest. A small plume of smoke was still visible out near the horizon marking where his ship had crashed into the ocean. The Proconsul sighed deeply before falling back on the rocky shore. Enemy forces had managed a critical hit on his ship causing him to crash on this remote outer rim planet.

Abadeer sat up slowly rubbing his right temple. He looked down to check his remaining supplies. The swim had been long and difficult, not allowing much to be carried with the Togruta. He pulled out his lightsabers, the crimson saber sparking dangerously. He figured that it must have been damaged in the crash. The alabaster bladed saber seemed to be fine. Taasii also reached into his belt where he’d stored in datapad, to try to communicate to anyone still up in orbit.

As he pulled out the small square of metal the Plagueian realized that this was not indeed his datapad. It seemed in the sinking confusion he’d grabbed the dislodged navigation board from ship. Abadeer stared at the square of metal for a long moment his gaze slowly darkening. He reeled back and tossed the navigational piece into the crashing ocean.

“Well this is… just great.” Abadeer said to nobody in particular. He stood up and turned towards the island, only to be greeted with about a half mile spit of craggy rock. The tide lapped at the small cliff that was the shore of the island hungrily. Abadeer was completely and utterly alone, with no conceivable way out of the dire situation. He peered out over the water, there were other small specks of land, but nothing of any promise to aid in survival. No wildlife or greenery to be seen.

“So it’s dehydration then. Not the way I thought I’d go.” Taasii muttered, switching to his native tongue with no others to talk to.

“What do you mean dehydration?”

Abadeer slowly looked around for the source of the voice. There was nothing to be seen though. Just uneven rock surrounded by greenish blue ocean.

“What..” Abadeer started to say.

“The craziness will get you first.”

This time Abadeer caught the sound. He looked down to see a rock, about the size of his head. The rock was settled right near his left ankle. Peculiarly the rock had a red hand print looking shape on it, that if squinted at could look like someone smiling blankly.

“Sith spit.”